Chapter 5
The aroma of the black leather pants was ripe in Jane's nostrils.
Clark stood by her head. Jane turned and lay partially on her hip so she could watch him. There was a little play in the chains binding her feet.
Clark opened the top of the pants. Jane saw his erect member out-lined against the leather crotch. It certainly looked formidable, she thought.
There was a metallic sound as he pulled down the zipper. He wasn't wearing shorts or underpants-he was naked under leather.
Jane saw his bush, which was a tangled thicket of glossy black hair.
She had seen his sex before. Sometimes, when he got so hot from necking and petting with her, Jane would use her hands to bring him to orgasm.
But this time she knew that her pussy and not her hands was the intended target of that impressive and intimidating rod of flesh.
The pants were tight. Clark peeled them down his lean hips, to the tops of his muscular, hairy thighs, so that his genitals were exposed.
His stiff penis jutted out from his hips, bobbing and jerking. He was endowed with a circumcised member which measured better than seven inches from its tip to the base of the shaft.
The head of it was shaped like a mushroom cap-but this cap was not colored toadstool white, but rather glowed a hot, fleshy red hue.
The shaft was long and thick. Blue veins wound around it like ivy on the trunk of a tree. His balls were swollen in the sac.
Jane stared at the member with frightened fascination.
Her pussy still bathed in the afterglow which his loving lips and tongue had brought her. The labia were highly sensitive.
When she saw that erection staring her in the face with the tiny slitted hole in the tip of the head, Jane moaned softly.
She closed her thighs. Tingling sensations rippled through the pussy lips when her smooth, warm inner thighs pressed them.
Clark pulled the leather pants the rest of the way down his legs, then stepped out of them, making himself completely naked.
He gripped his member just below the rim of the bullet shaped head. He moved close to Jane, guiding the penis toward her mouth.
He said, "Kiss it, darling."
Jane blushed, lowered her eyelids. "Oh, no I couldn't!"
"Of course you can. All I want you to do is to give it a kiss-surely that's not too much to expect, is it?"
Jane raised herself up to a sitting position with his assistance. The fleshy penis head brushed her cheek-his flesh was hot!
Jane puckered her ripe red lips, pushing them as far Out from her face as possible. Clark brought the cock head to her mouth.
Jane's soft lips touched the head. It didn't taste like anything at all.
It had no more taste than a finger would if she sucked that. Heartened by this discovery, Jane put some fire and enthusiasm into her kiss.
There was a loud wet smacking sound as she planted the kiss on his penis.
As she kissed it, Clark fondled her soft, shimmering hair.
That soft blonde hair tumbled across her smooth shoulders, falling well to the middle of her back, and partially covering her breasts.
Her nipples, still stiff, peeped out from between strands of hair.
Clark finally took his member away from her mouth. He opened the drawer of the night table and took out a blue jar with a white cap.
Jane asked timidly, "What-what's that?"
Clark explained, "This is some lubricant. It will oil you up, and make things easier for you. Try not to be so nervous, Jane."
"I can't help that. You know how I am."
He sat down on the bed, unscrewed the cap of the jar, set it down on the table.
He put his hand on the curve of her hip and pushed her so that she lay flat on her back. Her breasts rose and fell with slow, deep breathing.
He caressed her smooth soft inner thighs, running his fingertips along the soft skin, lingeringly fondling it, stroking it.
Inside the jar was a mass of pale white, oily goo. He dipped his fingers into the stuff, and scooped some out.
Jane gasped when his fingers touched her pussy lips. He said flatly, "That didn't hurt you, Jane."
"No-it's just that I'm so nervous!" Jane looked down at her fettered feet. "Don't you think you could take the chains off now?"
"No, I don't."
He massaged the lubricating grease into her pussy lips.
The goo was pure, concentrated oil. It was white in the jar, but it was wetly transparent when he rubbed it into her pussy lips.
Jane sighed softly. The massage was very sensual. Her labia quivered with warm arousal, and a feeling of wetness tingled in her pussy.
Clark stroked the pussy lips until they were well oiled. Gently he parted them, pushing them to the sides, exposing sleek pink membranes.
Inside her pussy she was seashell pink, with juices flowing. Clark took some more lubricant and rubbed it inside her pussy.
He handled her with care. He placed his middle finger between her pussy lips, and gently inserted it into her slit.
The finger did not penetrate very far before it bumped up against a yielding yet resilient wall of thin tissue-her maidenhead.
The membrane was set to rippling when his finger touched it. Jane cried out softly, more from nervous fear than from pain.
"Don't worry, Jane," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Clark oiled his penis as well as her pussy. He stroked lubricant into his member, making it shine with a glistening coating of the stuff.
"There you are, you're doing it again," Clark said. "You're all tensed up, Jane. For heaven's sake, try to relax-this isn't an execution!"
"I know, I know," she moaned. "It's just that I've held on to it for so long, I'm afraid to lose it!"
"You don't really have a choice in the matter, Jane. I want it, and I intend to take it." His voice was clear and firm.
Jane lay with her bound hands resting on her belly. Clark took hold of her arms and lifted them back behind her head, stretched out on the bed.
Her lush breasts lifted and arched when he moved her arms. He lowered his head to suck a nipple into his mouth and nibble it.
He played his long pink tongue over both her breasts. Her now-stiff nipples shone with his saliva. Jane moaned softly.
His red oiled penis jutted from his lean hips. It bobbed as he moved on the bed and lowered himself down on her naked warm body.
Jane gasped. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Clark raised himself up on his forearms. Jane's pussy tingled when his cock head brushed against it. She moaned again.
Clark reached under his hips, gripping his member. Excess oil oozed between the spaces of his fingers. His buttocks were tightly clenched.
He guided his cock head to her lubricated pink slit. He rubbed the cock head against the pussy lips, sliding it up and down.
The sensual friction was most stimulating, Jane was forced to admit. The fleshy cock head ran along her pussy lips, rippling and stroking them.
He moved the cock head to the top of her slit, rubbing the soft tip of it against her throbbing clitoris, making her moan with delight.
Muscles flexed beneath the satin-smooth skin of her legs. She moved her hips in response to the massage of his penis.
As her legs moved, the chain links rattled softly.
Clark was breathing harder and faster. His face was as red and flushed as his erection.
He guided the cock head back down the slit. He placed it between the pussy lips and pressed inward, prying them open.
The thin oiled pussy lips rolled back on themselves like scrolls of shining pink flesh. Jane shivered involuntarily.
His cock head was a red wedge of flesh as it stretched the opening to her virgin pussy. Jane was incredibly tight in her slit.
Delightfully tight, as Clark was discovering. It was hard for him to restrain his desires. He wanted to make passionate love to this blonde beauty.
But he must go slowly-gently. This was important. This was Jane's first time. It had to be right for this timid virgin wife of his.
He would make it right. Jane was young, beautiful, intelligent-a perfect mate and sexual partner. He would mold her according to his wild desires.
That would come in time-in time. She would require much training, training which could not begin too soon.
He put such thoughts out of his mind, and concentrated at the thrilling task at hand-the defloration of his virgin bride.
Jane gasped as he stuffed his cock head inside her. She Was wet from her natural juices and from the lubricant. Being stretched was not painful.
Then Clark's cock head bumped against her maidenhead, and there was pain.
The tender tissue of virginity vibrated like a beaten drum. The cock head was jammed up against it, and could go no further.
Jane's maidenhead was a gate of flesh which barred the door to pleasure. Clark must force that door, opening it for evermore.
And so he did.
There could be no more hesitation-that would be cruder to Jane than immediately forcing the issue, and her maidenhead, right now, was the issue to be forced.
He pulled back, giving himself some room but not dislodging his cock. His buttocks were tightly clenched. He braced himself for the assault.
Jane knew what was happening. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut.
Clark pinned her hips solidly down on the mattress-then he thrust into her.
His cock head battered at the membrane of virginity. For one dreadful instant, it seemed to Jane as though the tough little piece of tissue would resist the attack.
She cried out. The membrane was being stretched beyond its limits. The erection was inexorable, a juggernaut splitting the maidenhead.
Jane felt it tear inside her. It was like no other experience she had ever felt before, or would ever feel again. It was unique.
She shrieked.
Her red face was contorted by pain. She felt like she was being ripped down the middle of the crotch. The chains holding her legs were pulled tight as she writhed.
The member swept aside the last shreds of her cherry. Battering away all resistance, the erection buried itself inside her.
Hot tears started to spill from Jane's wide eyes, but the worse of the pain was already fadng away inside her.
The defloration was a sharp splitting pain. What remained was a dull constant throb, somewhat similar to the pain of a toothache.
His member was planted deep inside her no-longer-virgin pussy.
Jane laughed and cried at the same time.
"So that's all it was! Only that!" She sounded a bit hysterical. "All these years I was afraid of it, and that was all it took to break it! It was easy!"
And it was easy, compared to nightmarish visions of vaginal pain which her feverish virgin's imagination had thought losing her maidenhead would be like.
"I'm glad you waited for me," Clark said.
"So am I. Now I really belong to you. Totally."
"Yes. Yes, you belong to me."
Jane blinked away her tears. Lifting her bound arms, she rested her hands on his broad flexing shoulders, which were corded with muscle.
Clark started to thrust. He collected sexual experiences the way some men collected rare coins or fine wines.
Taking Jane had been-and most certainly still was-one of the rarest and most precious experiences in his memory of delights.
It was a total experience. Everything he had done in the last few months had led up to this one supreme moment of delight.
It had all been worth it: courting Jane, respecting her virginity. With almost any other female, he would have dropped her like a hot potato after she had declined his sexual overtures after the second date.
But not Jane. Her shyness was no tactic-it was sincere. It was novel.
Clark lived in an environment filled with not only sexually available beauties, but with wanton, hot-blooded lovelies who were decadent to the point of perversion.
That was why Jane was such a contrast, and so exciting to him.
He had played Jane with skill. He hadn't pressured her to have sex, or even forced her, as he had done with some cockteasing beauties who had tantalized him to the point of rape.
He was a real gentleman where Jane was concerned. She was an old-fashioned girl. He took her to the park, the zoo, the beach.
He gave her a traditional engagement ring, a stunning diamond which she now wore. He, Clark Crossland, a rebel who shunned all tradition!
At times he felt like he was a spy in another country, in a Middle American sphere of existence where it was always 1950.
When he engaged Jane, she was so excited that she permitted him to take down her panties and rub her pussy.
It was a real liberty where she was concerned. That was another quality which thrilled him about Jane: it was harder for her to force herself to even give him a hand job, than it would be for other females of his acquaintance to take on a whole roomful of men in a fuck-suck orgy.
Of course, on nights when he returned to his city apartment after an evening of kissing and handholding with Jane, he would put out a call to a service he knew, a switchboard service which would dispatch a sexy and skilled call girl to ease his tensions. Quite a few times after a frustrating date with Jane, he would tell the service to send over two girls instead of just one.
And now she was his. It was only the beginning, of course.
He considered his marriage as his greatest sexual project, a supreme work of art, a noble experiment.
His ultimate goal was to take a beautiful, inhibited virgin-Jane-and train and transform her into a wanton, sexually depraved creature of lust.
Jane was unaware of this ambition, of course, but she would learn the full pattern of his grand design for her before too very long.
Clark was thrusting. His hips rocked back and forth. His stiff penis stretched the inside of Jane's pussy, forcing it to accommodate the fleshy intruder.
His oiled shaft and cock head glided over her sleek, slippery membranes.
When he pulled back, he left only his knobbed cock head inside her. He never pulled completely out of her pussy at any time.
She was hot inside her slit, a furnace-a steamy wet furnace. Juices oozed from her pussy as his cock glided over it.
Jane's eyes were closed. Her mouth was open and softly sighing. Her bound hands clutched the corded muscles of his broad shoulders.
In and out he thrust, his penis burning redder and hotter with each deep stroke.
He fucked her slow and deep, with long, gliding strokes. When he pulled out so that only his cock head was inside her, she would twist and moan and shake her hips from side to side, until he once more penetrated her.
Inexperienced ex-virgin that she was, she instinctively rocked her hips in response to his thrusts, lifting her buttocks from the mattress and meeting him.
Her breasts were pressed flat by his hard, muscular chest. His chest hair scraped against her stiff nipples, adding to her excitement.
His long hairy legs were tangled up with her pale smooth ones. His swollen balls slapped lightly against her pussy lips when he plunged his cock deep in her.
He clamped his open mouth on hers, and thrust his tongue inside. His tongue lanced down into her mouth while his cock pierced her pussy.
He was sweating, and so was Jane. Their sweat made their flesh cling together, so that his body and hers rubbed like wet satin.
The authentic satin of the white sheets was smeared with sweat and greasy oil. The sheets were rumpled, stained, disordered.
Jane was excited now. Clark took her a step further. He speeded up the rate at which he drove his swollen member into her wet sex.
Jane groaned, but she increased the rocking of her hips to match his strokes.
Her eyes were tightly shut in her red sweating face. She clutched tightly to his shoulders, like a swimmer clinging to an overhanging tree limb to keep from being pulled downstream by the current of a mighty river.
He thrust faster and faster. His red cock pumped into her like a piston in a cylinder. His lungs heaved pantingly for breath.
Jane cried out again and again, her body quivering and trembling.
Incredible pressure had built up in his cock and balls. His stomach was a tight knot of tension. His erection felt as hot as an iron bar from the forge.
He could hold back no longer.
His broad strong hands wrapped around her sweating hips, pinning them to the mattress. His hips shot forward, thrusting his cock deep.
His cock head bumped the mouth of her womb. He stopped thrusting, and kept his cock deep inside her. Jane wailed and sobbed with excitement.
His cock twitched against her pulsing pussy membranes for an instant.
He came.
Semen gushed from his cock head. Warm, thick, it spurted into Jane's pussy.
She was hardly aware of it. Her own climax was triggered, and it shook her like gale force winds battering a slender tree.
Clark's mind went blank-all thoughts were erased by the white-hot flash of ecstasy which exploded through him when he orgasmed.
The semen soaked into Jane's heated and tender pussy membranes, soothing them.
Clark shook like he was having a fit. Convulsions rocked him as semen was pumped from his swollen balls, up the fleshy column of his hard cock, and spurted into Jane's pussy. Finally the semen stream faded to a thin, trickling ooze.
Clark lay stretched out across Jane's trim, taut, youthful body. Tension poured out of his muscles as the convulsions of orgasm died away.
They were replaced by afterglow. It began in his cock. His erection was a mass of glowing pleasure. He could not tell where his penis ended and her pussy began.
Both sexual organs seemed to have been fused together by the heat of orgasm.
The afterglow rose up inside him, a warm tingling flux. It shot through his veins like some pleasure drug, shaking him with ecstasy.
Jane was equally overcome. For a moment, she lay so still and motionless that Clark feared that she had passed out.
Her red lips parted as her mouth lolled slackly open so she could moan and moan and moan. No, she was not unconscious.
They lay like that for a long time, barely moving, basking in the heat of afterglow like sunbathers on a beach at midday.
Reality slowly returned.
Clark shivered and raised his head. Sweat stung his eyes, and he blinked them rapidly to clear them. He drew a hoarse breath.
Jane moaned below him. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open. He kissed her cheek, then pressed his lips against hers.
Beneath him, she rocked her hips arousingly. She wanted more.
She did not see his small but genuine smile of triumph. Jane was responding even more enthusiastically than he had dared to hope for.
Should he risk moving on to the next phase of her sexual education?
Clark held off making a decision. There was time enough for that. Instead, he covered his bride's face and neck with quick kisses.
His cock was still hard inside her. His breathing and heart rate had slowed to something like normal.
He eased out of her. Raising himself on his forearms, he rocked his buttocks and hips backward, pulling his cock out of her pussy.
Jane sighed with pleasure as his oiled cock glided over her sensitive membranes. She winced slightly when his shaft passed over some shreds of her maidenhead.
Her thin pussy lips widened, spreading outward as his cock head came free of them. His red, wet, semi-erect penis flopped out of her.
Jane murmured with a sound of disappointment. Clark patted her hips.
His cock tingled from the shock of being removed from her heated pussy and exposed to the harsh open air.
Heaving a sigh, Clark forced himself to sit up on the bed.
Jane squirmed. She moved her bound hands back behind her head.
He put his hand on her breast. He could feel her heart beating rapidly inside her chest. He played with her bosom, stimulating her.
He rolled her stiff pink nipples between his fingertips. Jane sighed softly whenever he pinched them-his soft skilled touch was most arousing.
Her eyelashes fluttered. Her eyes opened. They were glazed, and not from any drug, either. Sexual pleasure and passion had put her into this stimulated state.
He pressed his hand against her cheek. She turned her head to the side so she could kiss it. He caressed her under her chin, and along her long neck.
Jane whispered, "Thank you."
"The pleasure was all mine, dearest Jane.
How do you feel?"
"Wonderful," she sighed. "Different ... I'm a woman, now."
"Oh, yes. My woman."
"Yes," she murmured. Her chain links rattled as she shifted position. "Will you untie me now?"
"No."
Jane shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I don't really mind them. In a way, I'm so very flattered that you've gone to all this trouble."
"You're worth any and every trouble, beautiful girl."
"Woman," she reminded him. "I'm a woman now "
"That you are." He kissed her again. "Relax and rest for a moment."
Clark got off the bed. He pulled on his robe and belted it. Jane raised herself up and asked him where he was going.
"I just have to attend to a few household duties," he said. "Certain things have to be taken care of that won't wait until tomorrow."
"Do you have to go?"
"I promise you that I'll be back in less than ten minutes." Clark padded barefoot to the door, paused with his hand on the knob, and blew her a kiss.
Sudden alarm made Jane gasp. "What if someone finds me like this, all tied up and in chains?!"
"What of it?" dark said mildly. He stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him walking away in the middle of her protest.
Jane sat up on the bed, her bound hands resting in her lap. She stared at the door. A few minutes passed. Nothing happened.
Semen oozed out of her pussy lips and trickled down her crotch to spill on the white satin sheets. Thin red lines, blood from her shattered maidenhead, streaked the gooey semen which puddled on the sheet between her legs.
Jane shrugged, causing her breasts to bob. She stretched out on the bed and moved a pillow beneath her head and closed her eyes.
She soon heard footsteps approaching along the corridor. Surely it was Clark.
Eager, her face alive with anticipation, Jane sat up, rattling her chains. Maybe Clark would do it to her again.
Jane had kept herself a virgin for too long. Now that she was lawfully married, and an ex-virgin, she intended to make up for lost time.
Clark stepped into the room, a small smile on his face. "I've brought you a wedding night surprise, sweet Jane!"
Jane shrieked as two females entered the bedroom.